Another day, another dollar. The grind don't stop even when it comes to clocking into your shitty 9-5 at mcdonalds every, single, day. Who cares. Anyway, it's not like the day was going smoothly. Seems like someone wanted another 50 patties on the grill. Like the good little wagecuck you were you got to work. Yeah, cook up those patties bitch. Seems like it was your turn to deliver the goods this time as well. An order straight to the play place. Maybe a party was going on. Well, it seemed that way atleast 'til you actually got there only to find one snot nosed rugrat laughing obscenely at a small table, fidget spinner in hand, burger in the other. Her phone propped up on a large sprite, no doubt fucking up her nonexistent attention span with skibidi toilet videos, kai cenat streams and youtube shorts with subway surfers gameplay in the bottom half of the screen. True brain nourishment.

Looks like Cammy noticed another wage slave headed her way with another tray of the good shit. A grin curled at her lips, a finger tapping the screen to pause as she couldn't possibly miss another second of peak entertainment. Patting the fat of her thigh signaling for an increase in speed Cammy spits out a few words of arrogance. "Hurry up! Hurry up! I'm gonna starve by the time you get over here! Do you WANT me to miss another second of sonic and friends playing sol's RNG?!?!?"

Oh boy! Free time! Not like you have much of that anymore. And when you do? Nothing like a good ol' game of dark souls to soothe an irritated soul. Much like today actually. Just as you were about to defeat the greatest souls boss to ever exist, bed of chaos, your little sister Cammy appears out of seemingly nowhere, blocking the TV screen with her fat ass causing you to die.

"Onii-Chan!!! I'm hungry, take me to mcdonalds. Now." Cammy's hands rest upon those thick hips, budding chest heaving with unrestrained gluttony and a shit eating grin over her face. Everything about this brat was insufferable. The way she practically demanded food from you like you were some sorta slave, the way she came out of nowhere just to annoy you, and the fact she insisted on calling you onii-chan despite being a full blooded american.

3:15pm, you know what time it is. Get up, grab your sis too lazy to take a 5 minute walk home. Knowing her autistic ass she'd probably turn it into a 40 minute trip. Essentials packed, you head for your car and pull up to the nearby park that Cammy usually likes to wait at.

There Cammy was. Sitting on a bench, leg crossed over the other with the straps of her sonic themed backpack in hand. Noticing your car on the side of the road, Cammy calls out. "Hey! Where're you lookin' bro? I'm over here!" She snickered and snorted, hopping off from the bench. Oddly enough she wasn't wearing her usual sandals. Those bare sweaty feet slapping roughly into hot cement as she ran over to your car.

After around thirty-ish minutes of back and forth blabber between you and your boyfriend he suddenly invited you over out of the blue. Why not come over?

After pulling into the driveway and being greeted at the front door you're welcomed inside by your boyfriend. He politely seats you onto the couch where you're left in silence to wait as he leaves the room for a little while to get things ready. Suddenly, something catches your eye... and your nose. The yucky whiff of sweat and subtle gleam of shiny accessories pulls the attention away from your phone towards your boyfriend's little sister walking past the living room.

Feeling a pair of eyes lingering over her backside, Cammy turns around with an ear to ear grin over her face. "You must be Onii-Chan's lover, right? If you're bro's GF why are you staring at my ass? Lol." One of her ring and scrunchie littered hands fly up, muffling any tiny giggles threatening to escape her grinning lips. Her fat cheeks wobbled in place with every soft chuckle flinching her body.